𝘾𝙊𝙋𝙎 '𝙉' 𝙍𝙊𝘽𝘽𝙀𝙍𝙎; 𝙄𝙏𝙊𝙎𝙃𝙄 𝙍.

🩵V: LOWER LASHES🩵

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You stood in front of the giant building with the U-20 team.

It was the day. Blue Lock V.S. Japan's U-20.

Your stomach twisted in knots. Your breathing was shaky as you gripped the strap of your bag. Your eyes darted around the exterior of the building. You couldn't tell if you were nervous or excited, especially since the emotions felt almost the exact same for you.

Oliver's arm on your shoulders brought them back to reality from your mind; his limb providing a sense of comfort. "Are you worried?" He asked quietly, knocking your heads gently together as you walked.

You shrugged, not knowing the answer yourself. You were usually good at identifying your emotions, but there were times when it failed.

He made his steady breathing louder, forcing you to subconsciously match his. "It'll be alright." He assured, but the jersey in your hand felt like a heavy weight.

The coach had invited you to join the U-20 team, at least for this match. You were still going to sit on the sideline unless you were for some reason subbed in. Your eyes stung as tears threatened to take over. Nervous. You were nervous.

Oliver easily noted that and kept you close to him. His presence was helping stabilize you as you entered, the group led by the woman named Teieri Anri.

At a certain point, you ended up at a place where it split into two hallways from the same point. "On the left is where Blue Lock's players will be entering and exiting their locker room. You all will be on the right. There will be a door at the end of the hall that will lead to another hallway, which will lead to your side of the stadium. Now, if you will excuse me."

She walked down the hall on the left, and the football prodigy of Itoshi Sae along with his horny demon Shido immediately went right. Those two definitely didn't help how they felt.

The team continued on ahead, but you stared down the hall Teieri went into. Oliver saw where you were staring and patted you on the shoulder before leaving. You phone buzzed in your pocket, making you pull it out.

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nagi

where u at

outside the hallways
to the locker rooms
why?

come in here

i cant do that, nagi

idc

get ur ass in here

i should probably
get over to my team

r u playing?

im a sub

number 12

the annatae guy is 13

hold on

why?

j stay there

fine

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"Aiku." Nagi's bored voice called out, making you look at him in surprise.

You felt him grab your wrist and begin pulling you into the Blue Lock Eleven's hallway before you could even protest. "Nagi!" You could feel the nervousness growing again as you got closer to the room. "Please don't!"

He stopped looking back at your highly unsure expression. "I'll go get the ones from the GC for you to meet in person."

You still didn't like his idea, but you had a feeling he wasn't going to let you leave. The door opened and out came an unfamiliar person with dark blue hair and blue eyes. You dove behind Nagi, absolutely terrified.

"Who's this?" The unfamiliar boy asked, but a familiar voice spoke up before anyone could say anything further.

"(Y/n)!" Reo's oh so wonderful voice rang into your ears. You peaked out, a grin on your face at the sight of purple hair and matching eyes.

You remembered the unfamiliar person was there and stared at him. "This is Isagi, Aiku." Nagi introduced, releasing your wrist from his grip.

You made an 'o' with your lips before bowing slightly. "Nice to meet you in person."

"Likewise." The striker smiled as you stood straight once again. "We were just about to grab Nagi because Ego wants to have a team meeting soon."

You hummed, backing up a bit while gripping your jersey tighter. "I should get back to my team, then. I'd probably get murdered if I'm not there soon."

The door opened again, this time a person much taller than all of you peered out. "Hurry it back inside, lukewarm dumbasses, and stop talking." Just by the use of lukewarm and the lower lashes being astoundingly beautiful, as well as a few similar features to Itoshi Sae, you knew it was Itoshi Rin.

His teal eyes stared you down, his neutral expression turning into a frown at the pink and white jersey in your hand. "Itoshi Rin, it's nice to finally see you in person. It's (Y/n), if you couldn't tell."

He nodded, dark greenish hair the opposite of his brother. "Go to your team. These fuckers should return to us now." You chuckled, waving before running off.

He was honestly hotter than you thought he'd be.

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